Hoppy Easter

I took a break from the stress of trying to make a perfect holiday. Lesson learned…nothing will ever be perfect. The painting helped me relax and focus. My little bunny was created using only one color, gel pen for the white highlights on eyes, gel for a couple of whiskers, white space, and dry time patience. Dinner tonight will consist of burgers (that we pick up) because I’m going to have an easy evening. Hope everyone is able to do the same and enjoy the day.

Words of Patience

I use to stare at the blank page trying to force the creativity out. Putting words on paper that can evoke emotions is more difficult than I realized. When I first starting writing I didn’t have any patience. I put the basic information into a program and Voila! A writer is born, or so I thought. I realized it takes time, practice and a lot of effort to even form a complete sentence.

My first story I wrote was even cringe-worthy to me and I immediately tossed it in the trash and myself on the bed to self-loathe. The table for one pity party was a constant dinner for about a week. I refused to open my laptop or even pick up a pen. Then one day after making dinner I remembered an idea that I had a year ago and slowly but surely I have been adding words to a page, building characters that I would love to meet, and a fictional situation with a touch of truth that I have even taken the time to research.

It was never me not being able to write. It was me not having the patience with myself to write. Now, I let the story grow and nothing is to be satisfied by instant gratification. I am now proud of my words because I took time to stare at the blank page and allow the subject the time to grow.


This really isn’t a short story but more of some truth about me. I can be a very impatient person. Having a busy schedule with kids, work, and my personal interests, sometimes it seems there isn’t an end in sight. The anxiety I have doesn’t help and the thought of being a failure can add to the tension. I’m learning and that’s all I can strive for.

July 31st, 2017

I’m writing this while sitting at a laundromat because our washer decided to challenge our basic necessities. Bright side – it’s relatively quiet.


House Hunting Hoopla

I’m now off from the bar every other Sunday so my husband and I wanted to drive around areas we have chosen as possible locations to see properties in person. One thing I’ve learned is that the pictures on real estate sites are lies!  ALL LIES! We mapped out the route and already planned on having breakfast beforehand. This was because we were taking the kids going this would get them excited about moving.  Feeding our clan world help ward off early meltdowns. Again, were we every wrong!

After breakfast we headed to the first house. This gorgeous home possessed 4 bedrooms, 2 baths, large kitchen and parlor, sat on 10 acres, large pond, and 10 outbuildings. This is when my son decided he was now afraid of woods and bells. Then declared he wasn’t going to move and demanded we take him to the house. That’s when I decided my will was stronger than his stubbornness. I wasn’t going to allow my anxiety win over my patience. BREATH.

We went to several other houses and were able to omit  several. We took a break to support ‘Guitars for Vets’ and had dinner brats, sides and water. We listened to some great live music and made a donation. We were off to the next town. This is when my son had another meltdown and we eliminated quite a few more. I told the kids we’ll be having an early dinner because there was a lot to do at home to get ready for Monday.

We stopped at A&W for some burgers and floats. Once opening the door I immediately regretted it. You can obviously yell that the kids that work on the weekends don’t really care about their duties and only wanted to complete bare minimum chores – including cooking. Dirty tables everywhere, trays of leftover food on chairs, smashed fries in the floor, and I’m not even going to describe the bathroom. Let’s just say the food was greasy and wretched plus no toy for the kids meal. I told my husband that we will never go there again and what we paid for bad service and food we could’ve gone to a sit down restaurant.

There were laughs, and wishes of ‘I wish that was in our price range’, and a very willful child. The hunt still continues…next time without kids.

Adventure Class 4: Stubborn Smart

Clover’s fourth class was basically a reminding session. I explained to her trainer that she hasn’t been acknowledging my commands and she will only complete certain ones. I cook chicken livers for her training but in a pinch I’ll use her kibble. Let’s just say I was losing my patience and I’m worried to death that she won’t be able to pass her good citizen’s test.

After showing the trainer how reluctant she was the trainer realized that she is very smart. TOO SMART! She only obeys her commands when I’m using chicken livers. So now we are working with her and enforcing treats for commands and praising her. It’s working! We were even able to open up the arena and training her not to run out.  I’m so proud of her.

My only concern now is she seems exhausted when we are done. Can she handle my work schedule as my service dog?  One step at a time. Patience and comfort.

Adventure Day 1: Diva

Instructor Meets THE Diva

I was excited and motivated (actually didn’t change into my yoga pants and hide from the world under my blankets) to get to my fur baby’s 1st day of obedience class. Admittedly, I had high hopes but that’s just because I know she’s smart she want her to do good so she can go on to be my service dog. WELL…we started with basics and looking back, I’m glad we did. She was the only one in class so there was a lot of one on one time which meant her getting over worked easily and add a new person plus new setting equals early shut down.

The name game was what we started with and I thought it would be too basic because she already knew and comes to her name. I was wrong. It wasn’t her obedience that was the problem it was me. I allowed her to come to her name on her terms and not mine. I know it was my fault and I trash complete ownership of that. So we are now both being retrained.

We moved on to sit which she knew so we eased into down. After a few gestures she got the motion down. We will add the word and hand signals next week. She was distracted by customers trying out squeaky toys and jingles from collars so we took a lap around the store and then we went back to work. She was doing good until another dog came in and she started barking. The barking was in the list of stuff we wanted to work on and we were introduced to an air horn can without the horn. It was just a loud burst of air and it did the trick.

She was obviously tired and started to shut down so class ended 15 minutes early. This was prompted by her actually tossing her head with attitude and turning away from me. Such a diva move. The only incident we had was while shopping for the horn a little dog aggressively barked and went after Clover. Ask she did was bark but the trainer reprimanded the little dog’s owner and suggested obedience classes. Well, I purchased one of those air horn cans and already used it like the trainer showed me and no barking from her right now! It’s great! Can’t wait for next Wednesday’s class. I will work with her tomorrow. I don’t want to burn her out tonight…she’s exhausted.

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